Olalla's body lumbered through the plaza, saliva thick and heavy against his mouth as it threatened to spill over his lips; droplets of spit escaping as he walked. The air was hot as it entered the beast's nose in a rushing way, as if he couldn't take a deep enough breath to satisfy his lungs. However black and slick with sickness as they may be.

The beast cleared his throat, hoarse with mucus but nonetheless present. He let out his announcing bellow although now it was strained as all hell and whistly to those who looked for it. It hurt his throat to produce such a resounding, yet pinched sound and Olalla wondered just how long he was going to be sick for. He had things to do, god damn it!

"Right, listen up!" Olalla had no interest in using fancy vocabulary today; no interest in playing mind games with words that had more than three syllables, as fun as it was. "Our first item of business. The Aviary is finished, as per our last meeting, we're working on running clean water into the dome to fertilize and rejuvenate the soil that's in it so that we might be able to plant some trees and shrubs in it." And there he went, using big words. His throat already hurt and he just wanted to go back to his nice, warm, comfy bed.

A thick, long line of spit fell from his lip and hit the sandy boards of the raised platform. "There have been many Bloodings recently. Congratulations to those who have come back to the Pitt alive. We come into this world through pain, and we will die through pain. One less agony in the world is a world better made." Olalla cleared his throat lightly before itching his face with a paw. "I am proud to call you Pittians. Each and every one of you." Sickened yellow eyes fluttered from face to face within the crowd, landing on Kold just a little while longer than the rest.

"I'm sure you all have noticed, a few faces are missing from our crowd. It is not unusual for the jungle to take life of which it has sustained." He paused, searching for the right words as not to alarm the group. "However. Seeing as our neighboring groups are not seeing eye to eye, it might do us some good to check in with them. Specifically check in the camps to see if our missing faces are there." Olalla cleared his face of flies, jaw clenching in a sore attempt of a squeeze.

The flies were irritating and only seemed to be gathering in the thousands as his sickness drew on. They bit and they buzzed and the fought upon his face; a war upon a vessel that didn't want to be it. Parasitic, if nothing else. "Secondly. The Welcome Centre is finalized and ready for use. Mr. Snuggles, I'm putting you in charge of documenting everyone and everything that walks in and out of that door." The beast looked at the small hamster, then to Kold with her criticizing gaze. "You'll be in direct contact with Kold with written - can you write? You can write, right? Whatever, you'll learn."

"Moving on-" he said briskly, eyes now staring down the silky pelted feline. Aegon. "Aegon, from the moment I stepped foot into the Pitt you've been nothing but elusive and quick-witted. You have brains, brains that I could use on the borders of the Pitt. I want you as the new Councilman of Imports and Exports. Jormungand, I was a fool to put you within this rank." His brows shifted slightly downward. "Do not make me regret my decision, Aegon. I'm trusting you."

Olalla blinked away the wretched flies that squabbled over the sweat that threatened to fall from his head. "Jor that now leaves you rankless. And though I hate doing it, it must be done. Bai Shi, I'm removing you from the Counsel. Your head is not where it needs to be right now. Jormungand, you are now Councilman of Arms." He paused. That left Relations and Agriculture open. Who better to fill the role of Relations than a charming face and a demanding voice.

"NightofNoStars. You've shown an interesting grow of character and I applaud you for it. You will be my new Councilman of Relations. I trust you will not disappoint me." The beast raised his brows as he notioned toward the dark pelted feline. "You will be in direct contact with ambassadors if they show they're faces upon our borders as well as co-operator of the Welcome Centre with Kold. Play nice."

He took a new stance now, body rigid and arched as if it were slithering under its own skin as he cleared his throat. Olalla looked at the crowd now with brows furrowed. "Lastly, Bai Shi, Chernabog, Vioptoises, as the biggest members of our group, I will need your help with constructing the forge and the aqueducts. We will need a few volunteers to explore the caverns toward the edge of the canyon to mine for iron or trade for iron at the docks." The beast nodded his head in self-assurance, he prayed to whatever gods dwelled in the wretched red river that there was iron veins within the caves. "Hell if you have to steal nails and sheets out of villages then so be it."


With his main points out of the way, Olalla swayed his body a bit more openly with a raised brow. "Before I slink away to the Eruidite's surgical table," the beast chuckled in a joking manner, although who knows at this point. "Does anyone have any questions or concerns or points of interest? I'd be happy to hear from everyone here. "